jump

those whispers
deep from your dreams
are not to be trifled with
nor ignored
lest you stir the virus of regret
to run rampant
and plague your waking days
 
that tingling
between thighs
that help point intuition
towards oases in soft silky arms
governed with stilettoed intent
stretched from body and mind
to catch you
drenched naked in need
heard
and understood
are but privileges that few are offered
and many wander fruitlessly for
 
in your mirror
in your eyes
rest dormant wants
peeking shyly through dark irises
whispering wishes
that you deny with fear
and excuses
and procrastination
 
you stare them down
and tell them to go away
and that the bliss they offer cannot be real
and thus cheat
those arms their gift
while silencing your own voices
to echo endlessly
driving your obsession
to mutate
and steal away your days
with an ache
that has forgotten its cause
 
jump
instead
jump
for your freedom
to finally serve the need you should not deny
into perfect arms
with sizzling dendrites
that create storms within you
placing you in sonnets
where you belong
 
click those ruby reds
three times
and blink
and awake
with a yes